It's getting harder in the streets to survive in '95It's snakes alive, so black prepare to driveIn the outside lane and bounce on all trafficNiggas in my midst only make me get graphicDetailed description, funk overdoseNiggas from coast to coast get that ass ready for the roastFuck the barbecueIf you're asking how many members is missing it's probably twoI came inside the party to,Help you recognise, how every second flysSo the way i'ma sum it up it's time to organiseBut before we do that part, some of us got to getOur minds together and get off the bullshit

I watch the white watch the red and blue fight all nightOn the American flag another gang banger bagWe're loosing at a rate that's tragic, peace to my man ryan o,As round the way we called him magicA brother who just wanted to chill and play ballLight skin, was ye tall, he used to say 'Paul','You coming out with something? ', I used to say 'No Doubt'He wasn't into dumbing out or frontingAnd to my other brother man who used to call me 'Yankee'I got enough problems with the people that don't thank me,When I hold the door, we in the same hall on the same sideThat's why some times I got to slideCos my own be flippingStep up in my path and get hit by a mental ass whippingGet off that bullshit

When opportunity knocks you got to answer nowadaysTo make power plays we must change our waysAnd use all the resources that life has to offerStrong will survive, weak will get softerSo get offa the bullshit is the name of the poemTo the metronome, take it one time to the domeAs the right type of hype kid, you know I'm legitWith my new funk hit, get off the bullshit